RANDY NEWMAN

Roll With The Punches Lyrics

They say that people are livin' in the streetNo food in their belly, no shoes on their feetSix black children livin' in a burned-up roomOne bare light bulb swingingLittle black kid come home from schoolPut his key in the doorMr. Rat's on the stairway, Mr. Junkie's lyin' in his own vomit on the floorYou gotta roll with the punches, little black boyThat's what you got to doYou got to roll with the punchesTap it baby

There's all these boring people, you see 'em on the TVAnd they're making up all these boring storiesAbout how bad things have come to beThey say "You got to, got to, got to feed the hungry""You got to, got to, got to heal the sick"I say we ain't gotta do nothin' for nobody'Cause they won't work a lick, you knowThey just gonna have to roll with the punches, yes they willGonna have to roll with themThey gonna have to roll with the punches, yes they willIt don't matter whether you're white, black or brownYou won't get nowhere putting downThe old Red, White and BlueTap it baby. Alright. All right!Look at those little shorts he's got on, ladies and gentlemenYou can see all the way to ArgentinaGet itSo pretty

Let 'em go to Belgium, let 'em go to FranceLet 'em go to RussiaWell at least they ought to have the chance to go thereWe have talked about the red, we have talked about the blueNow we gonna talk about the whiteThat's what we're gonna doNow we had to roll with the punches, yes we didWe had to roll with 'emWe had to roll with the punchesYes we didWe had to roll with 'emI don't care what you sayYou're livin' in the greatest country in the worldWhen you're livin' in the USATap it baby, alrightAll right